2M8O - "S/T" (2023, full album)
boredom is the opposite of fun
the love of hate.
the darkness of black
silence noise
there are middle grounds
for some time now, I’ve lost these middle grounds. Middle grounds that make life interesting for months I've been in therapy because I want to try to end it all.
The psychologist, without major traumas, tries to convince me that even the others could be of a cosmic bicolor boredom, and so is there a way back? I can't retrieve what I adore. So, I'm making a list of only the sensations/emotions that I adore and I would like to bring them back with me, but that's not possible—I should forget them and those emotions have never existed. Love has never existed!
And Love? how can I forget that it ever existed? Is it worth living in a sphere that navigates devoid of perhaps the most human emotion alongside hate?
Sorry if it's confusing